Illustrations by: Maria Louisa Pasilan Kenneth Paul Senarillos Don Senoc Jesse Lois Israel
Copyright 2014 by Himati All rights reserved. Tis book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Lilinaon Te Gay Continuum Te Literary Folio of HIMATI, the ofcial student publication of the University of the Philippines Mindanao Nobody can be exactly like me. Even I have trouble doing it. - Tallulah Bankhead Te light outside was harsh in more than just one sense. It was telling; too telling. But we had decided to come out, and so ensued our frst tentative steps outside the closet. I have come to call this threadbare motley of people my home. We are less than writers, less than leaders. Tere was an anxious group of six on the frst school Monday of June. Today, we arent much more. We have a run-down ofce, a handful of drafs, and maybe twenty people on a good day. We make do with what we have lef. What we have lef is this: We have a temperamental protg afraid of the next term but undaunted in a picket; a happy girl who is the lone bastion of punctuality in our meetings, and whose spunk and vision never fails to amaze; a badass banda-banda boy who learned to layout in a weekend and assumed the position of Art Director unspoken; a pretty girl who is unassuming but promising, who is probably much too underrated; a short-shorts girl who answered Associate Editor in her application form, much to the title holders chagrin; a prodigal child whose search for growth will always lead her home; feisty, brave freshmen who are so strikingly diferent from their contemporaries that we almost cannot believe our luck; and a stubborn editor in chief, who wakes up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night on a regular basis out of inspiration for a skeleton of a dream. We have people who could have chosen to ride through roads well-traveled, but preferred the unknown, scenting challenge in the air.
Foreword Tis is my letter to my lover. Te afair has been tempestuous, illicit and headlong. Wiser people, like parents and your thesis adviser, would tell you so. But nothing has freed us more, from the fear of being silent, from ignorance and apathy, from sitting in ivory towers, than the privilege of serving the people through this student publication. We brave rallies, administrative action, and internalizing for poetry, because we are not our own. We will challenge norms and provoke critical thought because we believe that the true Iskolar ng Bayan still exists: sharp, nationalist, and selfess. And: that we will strive to be among the nameless who will embody this, whose desire to arouse and mobilize will never tire in the face of struggle. For a staf trying to write about the gay continuum, none of us are gay (although we enthusiastically harbor prospects). We probably know next to nothing about them. But we know emancipation, release, joy, pain, anxiety, and contradiction; and so we infict you with this confession. Te paradox of our situation is like an admission of a grand secret, like coming out for the frst time, like a perfect love afair: we are uncertain, but we are unafraid. Kit Iris Frias Editor-in-Chief Preface During one of the busy weeks of Himati, we came across an old literary folio issue in the library dated back in 1999. It was called Lilinaon, a Maranao word for a peaceful state of mind. Even afer more than a decade, it seemed timely and exactly what we wanted our readers to have and to feel afer reading the literary folio. Tere is something so frustrating and depressing about the fuss and chaos around us that sometimes only literature only a verse or two from a poem, only a whole chapter, or even an entire novel could make us feel better. A person need not be an Arts student to realize this certain longing for inner state of peace. With Lilinaons resurrection from more than ten years of hibernation, we wanted the UP Mindanao students natural love for the visual and written art be lured in again as well. Tis university was once a haven of rich culture and identity and we wanted this specifc culture to be alive once more in the soul of every student. More than wanting to get an uno or a tres, theres this certain desire in all of us to experience epiphany, harmony, and inner peace that the academic text books never gave us. Literary and visual art had always been answers to this longing. In Lilinaon, the contributions revealed the artistic side of the students that had been kept hidden underneath bluebooks and research papers. For the writers, photographers, and sketchers that had their works published here, this folio well served as a breather to them a means and a chance to say what they wanted to say in a more diferent manner. Te Gay Continuum. People have gradually learned to respect and recognize the diferent gender preferences Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, and Transgender. With the release of the frst issue of Lilinaon afer several years, Himati presents to the readers the diferent journey gay people undergo through. In this issue, Himati tried to sum up a gays journey into three phases: Inside, the Path in Between, and Outside. Inside, being the earliest stage where all the confusion and the difculty of acceptance come in. In this phase, sometimes, even the person could not even understand his/her feelings and might even suppress it. Te Path in Between is where most of the pieces in this folio revolved around theres this certain struggle and longing for acceptance from family, friends, and even the strangers around. Tis phase is where all the magic and the colors are in, symbolizing the uncertainties, the fght for certainty, and the beautiful adventures that come with discovering and accepting ones self. Te last phase, the Outside, is where understanding and respect had fnally been achieved from quite a number of people. A gay in this phase is somewhat much happier and contented, and is now exploring life into the fullest love, sex, and societal impact. With Lilinaon, Himati wanted the LGBT community to be more understood, initially, by the readers of this literary folio.
With every fip of the page, more than anything, we wanted you to enjoy Lilinaon and savor its pages that had been dormant for a long time. Enjoy reading, Iskolar ng Bayan, and let the beauty of every word, the angles of each photograph, the colors and shadows of the sketches give you a peaceful state of mind. Jennie Arado Literary Editor 1 Lilinaon | 2014 An Open Letter by Dy A n open letter to each and every one of you who are struggling as to whether youre part of the continuum or not: I know nothing about your pain. I could only imagine what youre going through. Had I been given the choice between being gay and not, it would have not been an easy choice. I have been living an open gay life for more than a decade now, and Ill tell you honestly, it is not easy to be in. No one in the community would have the courage to lie to you and say that it is the joyride of the lifetime. Ill tell you this, though, once the ride has started, whether you like it or not, youre in it for the lifetime. Tat includes the low, rippling, and upside-down moments of battling the norms the society has selfshly lain down, indefnitely, and of course, the high moments of being sure of who you are and being at peace with the happiness and contentment it gives you, gay or not. Both moments would make your heart pump blood through your veins a bit faster. Both would make you feel the strongest and most real emotions youll ever feel.
I write to you as part of the queer community, fghting for utmost equality. I believe I fght so that the time will come that those people like you, who are currently unsure of themselves yet, and probably hopeless, would be welcomed with open arms and without judgment by the community they belong in.
2 Lilinaon | 2014 It hurts that I would have to be brutally honest with you and tell you that whatever happens from here on, judging eyes will be upon you, questioning your views, your feelings, and even your capacity to love. What pains me the most is the fact that you do not have to go through this had most people been even the least bit more human and exercised respect unto one anothers lives, decisions, views, and humanity. You are not the frst victim of judgment from a fellow human being. You are not the frst to cry at night because of fear of disappointing your family. You are not the frst to hate yourself for having feelings that the greater part of society condemns. Most importantly, you are not the frst to be labeled, teased, bullied, and given the advice to try to change yourself by people close to you. You are never alone.
I speak to you now as part of a community promising to never ask you to be someone you are not. You may not see it right now, but your strength to get through whatever struggle you are going through could someday save the life of another who is currently or would someday go through the same thing. Your happiness is not in the hands of the people around you, but is in yours, and ultimately relies upon how honest you have been to yourself. I wish for strength and peace for you and the people around you. Sincerely, A friend from somewhere along the continuum 3 Lilinaon | 2014 Lumaya by Sidlak Ang paglaya ay kanta Na ibong pakawala pagkatapos ng pagkakakulong Nangingilala ng ilaw at hangin at Kakailang pakpak? Kamay? Palikpik? Paggising sa araw pagkatapos ng unos na maginaw at makulimlim Hanging di Amihan, di Habagat Isang sipol, ihip ng panalanging di sinsadyang maibuntong. Ang paglaya ay lahat at di na pinapangalanan Labas sa kalakhan. Ang paglaya ay karapatang pinagkaloob, Buhay na inaruga, Giyerang ipinagwagi. Ang paglaya ay pagbabagong-hubog, Pagragasa sa daluyong na di papipigil. Ang mapagpalaya ay makatwiran. Ang tunay na mapagpalaya ay walang tribot at urit kasarian Ang mapagpalaya ay iyo at iyo. 4 Lilinaon | 2014 5 Lilinaon | 2014 Mahal kong Leo by Monique Roa Hindi ko alam kung paano ko sisimulan ang tulang ito, dahil alam ko, na hindi mo rin ito sasagutin. Alam mo bang naiinis ako sayo, Leah? ay mali. Leo? Nakakainis ka lalong-lalo na kapag magkasama kayo ng boyfriend este- girlfriend mo. Masakit isipin hindi kita kayang pasayahin. Nakakainis ka dahil ang ganda-ganda, mali nga! dahil ang gwapo mo at alam kong hindi ako kailanman magiging sapat para sayo. Nakakainis ka kasi isa kang matapang na- -lalaki. At alam ko na na mas malayo ang maaabot mo kung hindi ako ang kasama mo. Leah, ayoko nang magpanggap. 6 Lilinaon | 2014 Kaso, alam kong hindi pa ako tanggap pero napapagod na kasing akong palitan ang pagkatao ko, at ang iyong pangalan. At higit sa lahat, Leah, Nakakainis ka dahil wala kang pinagkaiba sa kanila , at nung pinahihirapan nila ako wala kang ginawa ni isa. Nanahimik ka lang at pinanuod mo sila. Dahil ba takot ka? O dahil ba sa tingin mo ay tama lang ang ginagawa nila? Hindi ako nanghuhusga, pero Leah, ayoko na. Dahil nakakainis ka. Pagod na Pagod na, -Anna 7 Lilinaon | 2014 Johnny Needs a Boyfriend by Johnny Blondie J ohnny woke up, slowly and painfully aware of the headache threatening to spilt his head in two. He had drank hard last night, well aware of the consequences come morning afer. It was the price to pay for a fun, crazy night with friends, a price he was willing to pay. He abated with himself whether to go pester his friends again. But when he looked at his bedside clock, it was nine in the morning. Pretty early for his standards, but his friends fights were scheduled early in the morning. So he dutifully closed his eyes and drifed back into sleep.
He awoke fve minutes later, grumpy that his brain didnt give him enough time to rest. He closed his eyes again, willing himself to go back to sleep but his hangover reckoned otherwise. When he was fully awake, he began to doubt whether he was really willing to pay this price, or did his friends just force feed him a bottle of Absolut. His mouth was acrid, like a skunk was putrefying on his tongue. A skunk that sucked all the water in his body and lef him dehydrated. When he stood up to grab a glass of water, his headache attacked him full force. And he felt as if he was about to puke right there beside the bed.
Fuck my life!
Afer drinking three full glasses of water and some painkillers to add, he went back to his bed, knowing lying still would be the best position to wait this out. He laid on his back staring at the stucco patters on the ceiling. He wanted to sleep, or at least nap, but again, the gavel that constantly pounded his head protested. So there was nothing he 8 Lilinaon | 2014 could do. Nothing but think. Oh come on! Not this thinking shit again.
Johnny tried to keep his thoughts merry and oh so joyful, a feat in itself given his current situation. But he couldnt stop his mind from wandering over to his maudlin thoughts when he was too exhausted trying to keep it from doing so. He thought of his family, and how he fucked it up. He thought of his friends, and how empty he felt without them, despite acting like a hard-hearted bitch when they were around. He thought about his grades, and how he was beginning to fuck that up to. But most of all, he thought about how empty and alone he felt. Lonely and directionless without a boyfriend. Ok, now were talking, his deprecating self said. It always comes back to this problem every time he was alone with his thoughts. Youre not good enough. Who would seriously take you seriously? Loser! He had enough of that shit from himself and now that all of his friends were hooked up, he couldnt help but feel lef behind.
Finally deciding to stop this, in a way, self-inficted pity party, Johnny stood up abruptly heading for the bathroom, his head protesting wildly from the sudden jolt. He had decided on a long shower. A long, cold shower to sober him up, physically and mentally.
Towel-dried, Johnny got out of the bathroom, shaking from the Antarctic cold he had subjected himself into. Te family jewels had shriveled up into a prune and his junior was a good inch shorter. It was really cold, too cold for his liking. But just enough to keep himself from overthinking.
When the cold had fnally begun to subside, he was exhausted from all the shivering. He slumped into the bed, the painkillers starting to wield their efects. With his hair wet, Johnny fell back into slumber.
Waking up for the third time that day, Johnny began to notice something lulling him out of his sleep. A loud, but sof, jazz music 9 Lilinaon | 2014 playing in the background. Te kind of jazz that eighties movies use when the characters were kissing and having sex. Yes! Tat kind of jazz: sexy, sultry. Seductive. He kept his eyes closed, reveling in the relaxing music. Wondering briefy where the music had come from, for he had no stereo.
But there was something else in the room. Body heat, a presence. Johnny was startled by his realization and threw his eyes open only to be surprised by a stranger kneeling, straddling his legs.
Shhh, the stranger put a fnger to his lips. And no sooner began to dance like a stripper, like the go-go boys in Los Angeles red light district.
Johnny felt like he should panic. But strangely, he didnt. He was relaxed and was beginning to appreciate the dancing fgure in front of him. A stranger no less. A stranger with rippled abs and bulging arms. His eyes so dark you could get lost in them. And his skin glistening, so brown he could swear the stranger was made of chocolate.
Te stranger got on top of him. Supported by his knees and hands.
Fuck his only thought remotely close to coherent.
Its okay baby. And before Johnny could react he felt his lips enveloped in the strangers pillowy ones. Te stranger prodded his lips with his tongue, inviting, with him only too happy to accept. He opened his lips and let their tongues mingle in a sweet, sticky dance. And they only parted when Johnny gasped for air.
Holy shit.
Names Dom, the man said into his ear. Grinding himself onto Johnnys groin, making him all too aware of the tightness of his 10Lilinaon | 2014 jeans.
Oh god. Gasped.
You can call me that too. A chuckle.
It wasnt long till Johnnys movements went sporadic, his hips crushing itself onto the man above as if it had a mind of its own. And just as he was about to fnish
Ring. Ring. Ring.
Johnny jumped, surprised by his alarm clock. 12:00 it read. When he looked down his boxers were tented, with a tiny wet spot at the peak.
God I need a boyfriend. 11 Lilinaon | 2014 A Claveria Meetcute by Sidlak I do not know how to love Outside a city. To love is to Share the bite of a sugary fried banana Clasp hands under orange streetlights Con warmth side by side in the chill of a jeep To fnd him In the motley of studios, L-types, lofs and townhouses In the colors of the morning rush In the swirling lasers In panties and boxers and air and god knows what To fall away Untied under the orange streetlights, spitting Lost in the morning rush, weeping Empty in an inconvenient lof, alone. 12 Lilinaon | 2014 If You Knew by James dela Cruz You are my best friend in this lonely world A glimpse of heaven in this sinful earth Te haven that keeps me safe Te reason that I still pray
As I try hard to reach my peak, You stand by me every time Whether I am strong or plain weak, You still try to keep me shine
But now I am doubting If ever you knew my darkest secret Te thing Ive been hiding Something about me I wish to forget
You got me thinking If you ever uncover this unspoken truth If you ever notice this thing I hide from you Would you be doubting?
Would you still love me like you do? Would you think I am condemned too? Would you be mad at me for not telling the truth? Would you be sad for me cause I hid it from you?
Believe me, I tried telling you Trust me, its been hard for me too I beg you, please try to hear me 13 Lilinaon | 2014 Save me from this lie I live in
I had tried a million times To chain my heart and mind Cried in those troubled nights Gods words didnt seem to rhyme
But I cant live a lie anymore And keep my true self ofshore Im tired of running away from me And deny the things I yearn to feel
Dont disown me, I beg Tis is still me, dont fret Te same person you loved once Same boy you carried for months 14 Lilinaon | 2014 Flick of a Cigarette by Jennie Arado I was staring at the other end of the room, waiting. I didnt know what I was actually waiting for, perhaps for the clock to strike twelve so we could all leave for lunch break. I wasnt really hungry, or anything. Its just the cold air coming from the air conditioner that made me want to leave the room fast, and light a cigarette somewhere outside. Please come back afer an hour so we could resume with our next activity on the line-up. Tank you, I heard the emcee say. For 30 minutes, it was the frst thing she ever said that I actually listened to. I pulled my sweater tighter to my body, transferred my wallet and phone to my jacket pocket and moved on. I felt the cigarette case and lighter with my fngers. Tree, four sticks lef, just enough to sustain me for the day. I pulled my long black hair to a bun and proceeded to the door. Outside, there was not a single soul; perhaps, everyone had been clamoring their way to the canteen. Five straight hours of listening to someone talk about their own shits of how to breed dogs was unnerving. God, fve hours. 15 Lilinaon | 2014 I put a stick between my lips and ficked a Hello-Kitty-shaped lighter to light it up. Breathed the smoke in. Perfect. Te mint was just perfect and slowly, I was beginning to forget the arresting coldness that the air-conditioned room enveloped me. Pwede pa-sindi?, I was startled to hear her voice. Calm but happy. She was wearing a loose red cotton shirt and grey leggings. She was smiling, looking down at the lighter I had in my hand. Cute, she mouthed. I ofered her my lit cigarette and I saw how her beautiful full lips smiled as a scatter of white smoke broke free. You come here ofen? I asked her, not really wanting to hear if she was a regular, but because I wanted to hear her voice again. Sweet but frm. Calm but happy. Beautiful but strong. No, I dont have a dog actually. I came here for a friend. She asked me a favor to attend this taking-care-of-your-dog-seminar. And yea, here I am. She ficked her cigarette to drop the ashes. Her voice was so soothing, so warm that I nearly forgot how cold it was inside. Her huge white teeth were showing with every word: actually, friend, yea, she was smiling, I think she was. She was so beautiful, her long black hair pulled into a ponytail and when she turned around I noticed half of her head was shaved. Shaved. Shaved. Beautiful. Im Anna, by the way, she ofered her hand afer ficking away the used cigarette. Kara. Im Kara. I shook her hand, her grip frmer than I thought it would be. She smiled again, so beautiful that I thought right then I would want to marry her. I wanted to be her. I wanted to be with her. Crazy. Funny. Stupid. But God, shes so beautiful. I felt stupid around her, star-struck, as she pulled another stick 16Lilinaon | 2014 from her pocket and asked for my Hello Kitty lighter. Am I such a bother, Kara?, she asked when she realized I wasnt talking too much. No, not really. Im just not a good conversation starter. Tats all. I tried to smile but I know it wasnt as pretty as hers. So I tried to keep it to myself. Whats the deal with the shaved head?, I asked, almost feeling disgust for myself for asking such a stupid and ofensive question. She let out a spray of laughter. Tere goes that smile again, everything paused for a moment, and resumed when I heard her explain. Oh, this?, she said pointing to the bald part of her head. She hesitated then went on. I had this just recently. Just out of a good, great, impulse. And then she started telling me of how she hated to actually come here in this seminar for dogs but she had to because her girlfriend had been sick for three days and someone needed to come. Girlfriend. Girl-friend. Girl. Friend. For twenty-two years, I was sure I was straight. I had, what, three to four boyfriends before. I had a hundred of girl crushes, yes, but they were nothing serious, just someone I secretly wished upon the Orion constellation to look like. I thought Anna was one of them, someone I just wanted to look like, to be as cool and as impulsive as, but when she said the word girlfriend, I didnt understand why for the frst time, I felt like I had never loved, never been hurt before. Mauna na, ako, Kara. Nice meeting you. I have to eat lunch anyway. Ikaw, kumain ka na? 17 Lilinaon | 2014 Its okay. Busog naman ako eh. Sige, see you inside. She waved her hand and walked away. Tere goes that smile again showing her huge white teeth. I lit another cigarette, and as I waiting for the frst burst of white smoke to come out through the small parting of my lips, I remember a few line from a poem I had been reading recently: When love arrives, say welcome, make yourself comfortable.
If love leaves, ask her to leave the door open behind her, turn of the music I listened to the silence afer she lef, I whispered: Tank you, for stopping by. 18 Lilinaon | 2014 Inefable by Viv Salve Trying to talk to you Im still trying. I crave to know what goes deep in your mind. I like talking to you even though I do not like talking because I like you. I want you to be my watch that I cant really live without. First thing I look at in the morning, and the last one to see by evening, but I dont talk to my watch. So maybe you are something else. Someone. Can you be my dream, instead? Te one I have when I drif to sleep and the one that I will think of by the time I wake up. Wont compare you to a summers dayfuck! because, still, its not enough. Oh, Im stuck! 19 Lilinaon | 2014 Who I Am by Johnny Blondie M any times I have forced myself to like what they say Im supposed to like. And Ive found myself, more than once, striving to perfect a craf I am expected to excel in. But I am not a conformist nor will I ever be. I dare to defy societys defnition of man. And never shall I again mold myself to be what society expects me to be, not even its expectations of a gay guy.
I dont like makeup. Never have and probably never will. I fnd the prospect of paintings someones face daunting. I will not force myself to learn the stroke of the brush and know the right shade or color just because I am gay.
I dont have much sense in style. I wear what I want with little regard to how they match and look. Te best clothes, to me, are the ones that feel comfortable not what looks so. I will not force myself to wear a scarf under the heat of the blazing sun to look good just because Im gay.
I am not a dancer and my legs can go high only as far as my bones allow it to. And the movement of my body may be coordinated, but not enough to impress. I will not force my body to bend in unnatural ways because Im gay.
I am not talented when it comes to sketches. I can draw a silhouette but nothing more than the usual dress or suit. I will not force myself to be good at fashion design just because Im gay.
I love interior design but unfortunately I may only be that, a 20Lilinaon | 2014 lover. I am not good at home organization and neither do I take pleasure in choosing just the right kind of furniture. I will not berate myself for not exceling in something that I love.
I sway my hips when I walk, just like Tyra does on Americas Next Top Model. I like posing for personal photographs, doing poses I see on expensive mall shops. My voice takes on a high pitch when Im talking to people who know Im gay. And my pinky, shes a special one, I dont like her to do most lifing work.
I dont like lifing heavy things just because I dont like the sweat and stress. And I am not much of a sports guy. I dislike basketball because, as much as I love men, Id hate smelling like a used jockstrap. But I do have a weakness for guys with abs and guys that have talent and skill. Sing/dance/paint to me and Im yours for the taking.
But when Im with the people who dont know, who are in the dark about my sexuality, I try to hide the gay. Te qualities that people ofen associate with gay men: the lisp, the limp wrist, the sashay and the hair fip. Try not to stare too long at the Adonis that passes by; and try to appreciate the Venus that I wouldnt have given a second look otherwise. I am a bit feminine and sometimes, a bit masculine, but I try not to dwell on the labels. And never again will I single out guys who are famboyant just because they say I need someone butch. I am famboyant, that doesnt mean I cant like someone who is.
But I am not gay because I try to walk like Tyra or because I have a higher than normal voice pitch. And certainly not because I am efeminate. I am me because I am who I choose to be, not what people tell who I need to be. I am gay for the simple fact that I am capable of loving a person with the same phallic organ down under. I want to man to see me naked and see someone worth longing for. I want to marry that man. Adopt some dogs. Grow old together and laugh at our 21 Lilinaon | 2014 younger selves. I want to love him, give him the world and more. And if you tell thats not what makes me gay, then I dont know what does.
Tats not to say homosexuality is a choice. Far from it, but thats a whole other can of worms. I didnt willfully choose to love men and I certainly dont consciously choose to sway my hips, or to talk like Rachel Zoe. Rather, I choose not to hide. I choose to be proud and stand tall, despite and in spite of what people say. I choose not to be a coward and stand by who I really am.
I am a gay guy. I am me. My sexuality has no implications on my personality and my character. I am not an object and I am not a stereotype. I dont ask to be respected as a gay man. I want to be respected because I am human.
22Lilinaon | 2014 Sulok by Monique Roa Dito sa: madilim, masikip, maalikabok na sulok ako nakaupo- nakatago. Malayo sa: mga sigaw ng mundo at pangungutya ng mga gaya mo. Malayo sa: mga kulay: pula, asul, lila na galing sa bawat sampal, suntok, at sipa na naibigay mo. Sampal. Suntok. Sipa. Sampal, suntok, sipa-- Mga sugat sa pagkatao ko. Sampal, suntok, sipa, lunod-- Tingnan mo nga ako. Tay, sapat ba ang mga rason mo? Sa mga Sampal, suntok, sipa. Na ibibigay mo kapag akoy tuluyang lumabas sa sulok na pinagtataguan ko 23 Lilinaon | 2014 While We Smoke by Unwisened Te fres have been lit so to speak; Te smoke is fowing from your mouth. Your ashen fragrance invites me. You hold my hand and we pass the time, In this dark restricting alley; We savour each second tightly. Your eyes on mine, my beloved beauty; I see the stars a lit in your eyes. Te chains are fnally loosening. For in this dark secret alley, our newfound home Well hide from their prying eyes; Ill kiss you without awakening. Te still, cold evening air shall be our judge; Te stars be our witness. Every smoke we puf be our blood. Just a few more seconds, as the fres fnally end. We kiss our fnal kiss; I wear my chains again. 24Lilinaon | 2014 Sadists Love Song by Viv Salve I was a college freshman when I frst saw her. Heres the scene. Obscure Japanese song stirred the sultry air in the room. Te professor stood nearby; a group was dancing on the poorly-lit stage. I did not give a damn. All a blur. I saw her standing there by the dull green wooden doorclad in a white dress almost as white as her skin. In her head, she donned a hat. Vietnamese? It did not matter. Her group would go next on stage. While I forgot when our turn was. Her hair plunged staright down and draped her shoulders. Her eyes seemed smaller as she smiled to no one in particular. Te redness of her lips reminded me of the blood that gushed out from my gash once. I liked that she wore only light blush-on, no eye shadow, no lip paint. And I liked how I smiled as I stared at her. I sat, stared, smiled, swore, 25 Lilinaon | 2014 and smiled once more. I was glad that my costume concealed my face. I was a woman from Iraq. My mind photographed a picture of her to keep her face in my memory during the moonless moments. My senses told me to stop. Still, I wanted to touch her. She dug into my skin like needles and pins. I gnashed my teeth and clenched my fsts. She is the long, deep wound. And each time I think of her, as I do tonight, I am reminded of a wound that I do not want to tend. She is the pain I do not ever want to get rid of. I may poke the fesh, press, draw blood, spit into it, pour spirit onto it. I let this open wound on my hand hurt throbbing stinging with life. Never will I choose to do otherwise. As I enter another room, she may actually be standing there. And the wound would bleed once more. But still, there is no urge to cease the gush. I let the blood run down. 26Lilinaon | 2014 Sillage by B Gonzales I t was already two in the morning, but George still considered the night young. Te dancing city lights and banging disco music from the distant clubs made him so alive, so full of beans. It had been on hell of a night for him actually. Afer meeting up with his bitchy friends at a bar and partied a lot, he managed to trample down the alley with a tequila on his hand and a good laugh with them. Amongst his group of friends, if friends was what you call to those persons you always hang out with minus the treatment you got from them, he had been the consistent and top-rated clown. He could throw of the most hilarious, most exaggerating jokes ever, but most of the time he was the joke itself. He didnt mind, really. If that made them happy, so be it. If that made them stay, so be it.
Guys, knock, knock! He shouted beyond the noises and 27 Lilinaon | 2014 shouts they are making. Whos there?!? His friends chorused. Suman, Suman who?!?
Aherm, He knocked at the closest lamp post, cleared his throat and sang out loud, Do you wanna build a suman? Cmon, lets go and play. I never see you anymore, come out the door. Its like youre gone away; we used to be best buddies, but now were not. I wish you will tell me why? Do you wanna build a suman? Do you wanna build a suman????
Go away, George, go away! Sonya, one of the bitches, reacted like Elsa from the flm Frozen.And just like Anna from Frozen, he dropped his shoulder and acted like her, Okay, bye.
A boisterous laughter erupted from the group. And another shots of the alcohol they brought passed around. It had always been like that. Joke. Laugh. Shot. Ten the cycle repeated itself. Tey were living the life like theres no tomorrow. Shot till you drop. Laugh while you can. Just dont let bad vibes get in the way.
Most of them were already blotto and started throwing up along the road. Others walked crisscross, while some tried their best not to bump the poor little trash cans lined up at the sides. Tey were singing Do you wanna build a snowman? at the top of their lungs; afer all, they were along the busy street of a sleepless metropolitan. Te smell of mixed tequila, lime juice, cigars and pukes lingers on his nose for a long time already. A mixture overlapping his fruity perfume. It seemed its the only company Georges got, and all his friends were just lucid images of a once-upon a happy dream. He was drowned on his deep thoughts. He was thinking that this session they had will be diferent from their customary partying. He needed his friends not as party- buddies, but as listeners. Yet, he doubted.
28Lilinaon | 2014 You look odd today, George. Sonya poked him at the back and gave him that Chesire smile. Got dumped again? Who? Tat Mike- guy, or maybe someone new I didnt know?
Tey knew he was gay. His friends. And he believed they accepted the real him.
He looked at Sonya. Back to the bygone days of him being a Samson, the strong and virile, she fantasized him like god. Yet it didnt work out. He found out it wont work out- him being with a girl, loving her. It was another Samson he was looking- he wanted to spend a lifetime with. He had a heart of a Delilah, afer all.
Nah. Does it always have to do with a guy everytime I get sad?
Not really. But cmon, what other problems do you have there?He sighed. Whats wrong with you people? Why do you judge us easily? I have lots of other problems, too, girl, like now, Im broke. And I need a new job to sustain my needs,
She put her arms around his shoulder; he could smell her rosy-mint cologne. He envied that smell so much. It attracted boys all the time. Problems? shes already tongue-tied. If I know, youre just worrying about what color to put on your make-up, what fashion to attract boys, or where is the next party. You dont even care about menses or pregnancy complications, and you always want to be a girl or to have a baby. You dont have big problems like we do, okay? And fnding a job?! You can always end up in a comedy bar. Youre great there,
George loved her scent and valued her as a friend, but the nerve of this witch. He didnt if know how or why, but the next thing he knew, he was at the top of her, pulling her hair raggedly and slapping her as if he could throw all his madness to her. 29 Lilinaon | 2014
HOW CAN YOU BE SO INSENSITIVE, YOU LITTLE BITCH?!?!? CANT I HAVE THE RIGHT TO FEEL PAIN?!?!? IM NOT A DOLL LUSTING WITH BEAUTY AND CHARM, IM ALSO HUMANNN!!! F*CK YOU!!! I HAVE FEELINGS!!! AND I HAVE SO MANY DAMN PROBLEMS!!! SO BACK OFF, IF YOU DONT CARE A BIT!!! George could feel hands on his back pulling him away from Sonya. Tey were still in the road, but it seemed their drunkenness evaporated into thin air. She was wrecked to the ground and some of their friends helped her to get up. Strands of her hair get scratched from her scalp and her face was already swollen in red. Te heck, she was crying hard. He was breathing heavily on the other side of the road while watching her. He couldnt help himself looked at her sullenly because for the frst time, he was able to burst out all his fury to something, to someone. Too bad, its her.
What happened to both of you? A friend asked keeping them far away from each other.
Ask that overreacting bitch! Im just asking him whats wrong with him, and then he started bruising me. She said between sobs. Insensitive, my ass, you FAGGOT! Just tell us that you got full of your life and now youre dragging us with you to that hell!
George aimed at her, ready to kick her, to slap her and to let her feel the pain he was feeling right now. It hurt him much. Tose words pricked down to his system down to his soul, and it seemed like eternity. It was hurtful to hear those insults from a friend.
Stop it, you two! Teir friends held them frm away with each other. Te grip on Georges arms started to swell, and he knew they wont be releasing him until Sonya would be out of the scene. His friends holding Sonya pulled a taxi and rode. He watched it as it sped up away. 30Lilinaon | 2014
Let go of me! Let go of me! He shouted. Well let you go if you wont make reckless behaviour again, Shit. I said let me go, He cried once more. Let. Me. Go.
He tussled against their hold. Its a struggle, but then he succeeded. He felt free. Tat same feeling he felt afer he exposed himself as gay. What happened to you George? Tey asked. Too many questions, too many conficts. But he was not in the mood to face them all. Tey would not understand, still. Sonya was the paragon.
Leave me alone. Please, leave me alone. Just he managed to say without the efects of the tequila. Just go. I want to be alone.
And they did. Tey called another cab, hopped on, and went away without saying goodbye. George felt empty for a long time. Real empty. He thought theyd stood there and would kept on bugging him what s the problem, then hed broke down to them, tell them whats wrong. Ten, theyd had a cofee while welcoming a new day. Ten hed said they were his friends. He had friends. But no. He was wrong. He just believed them that they accepted him already. Yet his friends didnt. Tey still didnt accept him.
Te night was still young, inviting as always. Te only thing that accompanied him was the scent of his drunken friends mixing with his own fragrance. And this time he was alone. So alone. For real. 31 Lilinaon | 2014 Katatagan by Christine Jodloman Hindi ka nila tanggap, Sa bagay na magpapasayang ganap, Sa iyong pusong ang nais makamit, Pag-unawa ng madlang sadyang mapait. Araw-araw tampulan ng tukso, Ng mga taong wariy di matanto, Kung ano ang iyong kasarian, Ang iyong hangad na respetoy masilayan. 32Lilinaon | 2014 Sa paglipas ng panahon, Lugmok sa putik, ikay umahon, Upang ang kasalukuyay matapang na harapin, At mga mapang-apiy huwag pansinin. Wala kang tinatapakang tao, Kahit na ikay durog na durog sa pagsusumamo, At itoy naging daan, Upang patibayin iyong katatagan 33 Lilinaon | 2014 Closet Case by Monique Roa
Halika na bago pa dumating sila, bilis! Isara mo na bago pa mahuli nila, dahil sa munting mundo kung saan tayo magkasama, ikaw at ako tayong dalawa ay iisa. 34Lilinaon | 2014 Te PhotogRAPher Im inlove with by Jennie Arado Boke. You laughed at your own photography jokes. I didnt get it. But who cares? I love how your huge white teeth show. I love the natural pout of your lips. the tattoo lines graphed on your torso the sleeve cut down to your hips the Mohawk that made you an inch taller the way you said boke and laughed again. Im trying hard not to notice, the way your pinky fnger sticks out holding that cup of iced cofee Im trying hard not to notice, the way you pursed your lips, trying to conceal your gentle mustache. 35 Lilinaon | 2014 You adjusted your camera lens. Zoom in, zoom out Te same blur you make me feel. Do we choose the same pictures to look at? Do we capture the same scenes in our heads? I stared at you, and I knew. I would never be the subject of your photographs. 36Lilinaon | 2014 by Sidlak I chose you Without knowing My fngertips tingled My heart leapt And I knew I had chosen you, even when I hadnt yet. I chose you When you laughed When you were sodden in 4AM beer When your voice cracked When your fngers were mine And I couldnt tell them apart anymore. I chose you I did not choose a boy, a girl A face, a mind Your pocket or your crotch Your hair, your smell I didnt; I chose you, And that is all. You chose diferently; neither wisely nor poorly Negative Spaces 37 Lilinaon | 2014 You chose him Even when I knew Tat your bed screamed my name, that your palms would ask, where is she? You chose him, And I do not pretend to know why. 38Lilinaon | 2014 For the Rest of the Night by Irene I have to smile again. I have to prepare for whats going to happen. My dad wants to meet him, and I know that he and my mom are going to be pleased. Hes everything a girl would want: good- looking, tall, has a smile as glorious as a sunset, and they say that a look from him could just melt a soul. I wish mine would melt, too. I so wish that when I gaze into his brown eyes, I see a future with him, or even feel my heart drop to the foor and leave me beref of words, but instead I imagine him to be the girl in my Physics class, petite and has adorable dimples on either side of her face. Only then I would I become excited and blush myself vermillion. She had been my seatmate for months now but I still dont know her name. I have already memorized her smile, the smell of her in the morning, the tingling feeling that spreads through me whenever her hand briefy touches mine, but not her name. At least, not yet. All I know right now is that I am more intoxicated with her sweet vanilla scent than my boyfriends. It is fnally dinnertime and he shows up at my doorstep with a bouquet in his hands and a quiet smile on his face. Afer a few minutes of staring, I stop and orient myself, Youre in love with this guy. Remember that for the rest of the night. What I forget to tell myself is, I should be in love with him, or someone like him, for the rest of my life. I feel the pressure crushing me again. I feel strangled and I couldnt 39 Lilinaon | 2014 breathe. When am I going to tell him? To tell my family? When am I going to be really honest with myself? We proceeded eating and he charms the pants of of my parents and my kid brother. He is smart. He is hot. His family is well-of. I have told him that I loved him so many times through our exchange of text messages. He adores me. But why cant I feel any pull in my stomach, that feeling that I am taking a dive into the deep and uncharted waters of the uncertain and the unpredictable? Why do I not feel my heart caving in to the very sound of his name? Why does my mind not unfurl itself to the thought of loving him? He pursued me to the ends of the earth and I know that he loves me, that he would do everything to keep me. I breathe in and out. In and out. My parents are smiling at him. I want to be in love with him. I want myself to want to snuggle into his arms and be lost in the tangle of heat and love that he has for me, but instead all I see is the girl in my Physics class smiling at me. All I want to do is to drown into her comforting sofness. Ten suddenly, his hand slowly inches towards mine and holds it, and all I could ever think of is how it would feel for her small hands to be on mine and for us to share this heady warmth. How, for the frst time in my life, would I truly feel that I have made the best choice for myself and I would become truly happy. Tey are all now looking expectantly at me and I ask, What? Well, honey, if it makes you that happy being with him, he is a perfectly good young man for you to be with, my mom says with a smile. Tank you, maam, that means so much for the both of us, he answers.
My vision then blurs and everything goes mute. I excuse myself from the table and go to the bathroom. How long? For how long am I gonna be like this? I dont want him, dont love him, and the girl from my Physics class smiles wider and her eyes grow brighter. Her. 40Lilinaon | 2014 I want to be absorbed at the thought of her, have her sweet lips on mine, her hands on mine and inhale the scent of her hair, be on a twisted version of Romeo and Juliet with her. I want to feel vulnerable around somebody and be someone whole, all I want is to be truly in love, even if it ridicules who I am, even if it defes society. I wash my face with cold tap water and cry myself out. I dont want this. I never wanted to be diferent. I want to be in love with a perfectly nice boyfriend and live a normal life. I want to be good for my family, but - I want her more. But is she going to be worth it? Would my love for her promise to be enough? I know that shes going to be amazing and wonderful and beautiful, but would she like me back, me in my awkwardness and my confusion? Would I ever attain and possess her soul and be able to absorb all the beauty that is in her? I know I am not ready for that. I would never be ready for love in that magnitude; love that immense, powerful, and all-encompassing. Is she a kingdom that I am ready to conquer, a mystery in my heart that I am ready to solve? No. Am I ready to give everything up and drop everything for her? I want to, but I cant. Maybe there are more important things than happiness, more important people than myself. I do not see a future with my boyfriend but I know that he would and could wait for me at the altar, and as for her - I know he would be the one to wait for me at the altar. Maybe I could create an illusion for myself again, of a wedding, full of fowers and a groom grinning at me, the bride. I am a woman. A woman is for a man. Te world is shouting that to me right now. I could never change the worlds rules, so I would have to change myself. I tell myself, I can do this, put on my make-up and pray for a miracle. 41 Lilinaon | 2014 Bilis - Bilisan by B Gonzales
Dali takbo tayo Doon sa malayo, doon sa tago Yung walang nakakakita Yung tayo lang, walang iba Dali upo na tayo O di kaya higa na lang Nakakapagod na Pawiin natin to nang sabay-sabay Dali hubad na lang tayo Ang init nat di ko na kaya Sabay tayo ha Nahihiya pa ako Dali halikan mo na ako Dito sa leeg, mukha, labi Ako rin man sayo Wag kang matakot Dali lapit ka na, sigi na Bakit ayaw mo ba? Di mo ba kaya? Tulungan na lang tayo 42Lilinaon | 2014 What I Deserve by Monique Dingding It comes as a struggle years of trying to hold it in reminding myself not to cave in It happens at night when nobody sees myself but me when nobody knows the truth but me People seem to think of it as a faw of the human nature; I did not bother change their minds. I am a man, I love a man If only they could see through my eyes. I do not need them to feel good about myself nor to keep me from my social anxiety I deserve indiference I deserve respect I am a person with worth no lesser than yours. 43 Lilinaon | 2014 First. Love. Struggle. by Aleida Gomez S ometimes, I just want to make sure that Im not living in a dreamland. Even afer six months, I still could not fathom how the universe conspired to bring the two of us together. A product of the series of encounters? Hmmm, probably. Is it magic? No, not quite. Tat would go against the concept of dialectical materialism. But we could not really objectify everything like the concept of falling in love. Whatever that is, I am thankful it happened.
Its still quite overwhelming that for six months and counting, I learned to share my life with someone. Someone to eat and cook meals with. Someone to come home to afer coming back from long business trips. Someone to spend the weekends with.
Now, I have someone to be there during the ups and downs. I have someone who will tell me that everythings going to be okay. Because of you, I had to change my plans. I had to change directions.
44Lilinaon | 2014 Of course, its never an easy road when it comes to this journey were taking on together. Sometimes I have to be extra patient when youre stressed about your projects or when you have your monthly visitor. Sometimes we fght over the little annoying things that I do like unconsciously falling asleep without saying goodnight or cancelling our dates because of work or again, falling asleep when I have so much more to do like writing this literary piece. I know that these disagreements are just what you call growing pains, the pains and trials that come as we push forward.
But despite this, at the end of the day, the decision to love remains unchanged. Firsts. Ive experienced and continue to experience so many frsts with you. First serious relationship. First date. First love letter. First time to hold someones hand. First Valentines Day. First time to go through the grueling process of meeting the family (which by the way is worse than defending a thesis manuscript).
You are my frst love and hopefully my last. I wouldnt have it any other way.
Love. It comes when you least expect it. It comes even when youre not looking for it.
Last year, I had to move up north. I really didnt know what challenges I was going to face by changing 45 Lilinaon | 2014 addresses. All I thought about was work. I am a workaholic. I buried myself in work for the past years. I never entertained the concept of romantic love. I was a self declared halaman.
Slowly, it all changed. Every encounter seemed like it was taken from a mainstream movie. No matter how much I tried avoiding you and resisting these feelings, all eforts were all futile. I didnt know what I wanted. No. Wait. Scratch that. I knew what I wanted. I wanted to be with you so bad. But something was holding me back. Something was telling me that I shouldnt act on these feelings because it would be unacceptable for me to be with you.
But I knew I must choose only one. It was either follow what I wanted or what the status quo dictated. And I think by now, the reader has already guessed what Ive chosen. If its not obvious enough, yes, I chose to defy the status quo.
Of course, it wasnt just that easy for me to defy the status quo. I have to admit, at the beginning of the relationship, I still had an internal struggle. In short, even I couldnt accept myself that I was a lesbian. I was too afraid of what people might say about me, about us. But when you knew this about me, although teary eyed, you still chose to stay. Instead of leaving, you helped me realized that I shouldnt be ashamed of who I am. Tat I shouldnt be ashamed because its not wrong to love. And everyday, 46Lilinaon | 2014 I grew to accept myself for who I really am and I love you more for that.
Love. It comes when you least expect it. It comes even when youre not looking for it. It comes to you in its purest form. It does not judge you by your appearance, social status or gender.
However, the current social order tells people to become judgmental and discriminating. A social order that dictates that romantic love is only between a man and a woman. Tat the love between two people of the same gender is unacceptable. Tat the freedom to love is only for them and not for the two of us.
But all hope is not lost for we know that our freedom to love will only be a by product of the emancipation of gender. And the emancipation of gender will only come by changing the current social order.
I shall wake up everyday knowing that together, we continue to strive for a better tomorrow not only for the two of us, but for everyone. 47 Lilinaon | 2014 We Held Hands by No Need I remember the patches of sunlight on the grass, fltering through the leaves of an old tree. We were hiding in the shade, laying on your grandmothers banig. It was on that day that I did the bravest thing Ive ever done: introduce you to my dad. Te morning of that day was the most nerve-wracking. We woke up in diferent beds, connected to each other only by two phones and an exchange of text messages. I kept on repeating to myself what you said to me the other day, Lets go and meet your daddy. Morning cofee would be put to shame by how that line of yours managed to make me feel alive and jittery. I was surprised my family couldnt see that their boy was replaced by a mess of nerves and butterfies. I managed to go through my morning routine without unravelling into heartbeats and tiny wings. I told everyone I would be coming back by noon, and then I was out the door. We met in front of your empty school. It was 48Lilinaon | 2014 Christmas break. Tis time, you were the frst one to arrive, like you knew that this was an important event for me, for us, so you came early. You remembered to dress nicely too. We were both in jeans and button-up shirts, looking the epitome of straight guys, except our shoulders were just an inch too close together. If anybody noticed, I guess they didnt look at us for too long because of either respect or shame. When we got on the jeep together, your knees were shaking out prayer afer prayer. I pressed my leg against yours so you could make them your kneelers. You told me you were still fguring out how to act in front of my dad. I told you that I was still fguring out what to say. Was I to say, good morning dad, this is my boyfriend or I love him and Id like to spend my life with him? What would he think when he sees his son holding hands with a boy? Would he notice how their edges ft perfectly? Would he think of our relationship as love or as perversion? In the midst of my thoughts, your knees stopped shaking. Maybe your prayers were heard, so I looked into your eyes for answers. What I found were your thoughts blossoming into stars, connecting into constellations that I didnt know the names of. I was lost, but then I realized that you were too. I was oddly comforted in our placelessness. It felt as though we somehow conjured up our own little galaxy and named the planets afer our longing gazes, secret hugs, and breathless I-love-yous. Here, we didnt need to 49 Lilinaon | 2014 worry about the questioning looks, about being sexualized underneath their stares, about their self-construed judgment. Out there, our touches are always planned-out accidents. Your hand resting on my knee, my arm brushing against yours, its the subtle touches that people can still see and criticize. In here, I could memorize the dips and curves of you, memorize you by touch, and make maps of all the freckles and blemishes on your skin. In here, I could trade parts of myself with yours. My edges for yours, the crook of my elbow for your hand, your shoulder for my head. Nobody would think of us as freaks with mismatched parts. Out there, the smoke is rising from the peoples mouths, quiet and black and sufocating. In here, your presence brings forth earthquakes through the rule of my spine, fowers spring forth from my rib cage, and all the things we cant say aloud in public become a thunderclap. Isnt it sad how people like us have to contain the storm of emotions inside, deprived of even the simple act of holding hands? Te sharp clink of your ten-peso coin on metal pulled me back out into reality. My pulse was doing a wild dance to the beat of my racing heart. You mouthed something to me and it barely registered that we already had to get of the jeep. I shakily descended and you followed afer, also weak in the knees like me. With each step, the soil crunched underneath our shoes, becoming a countdown to that moment I introduce you to my dad. Te countdown slowly faded away and there we were. Te sunlight was a bit too harsh and it painted sweat on the back of your neck, 50Lilinaon | 2014 your collar was a bit crooked, and your smile a little bit shy. My dad was right in front of us, silent and waiting. My mind was playing battleship, pride versus second thoughts. Pride won. Te words lef my mouth without resistance. Dad, Id like you to meet my boyfriend. I dont know what youre going to think about this, but he makes me a better person. I love him. I hope I didnt disturb your peace. A breeze blew in and disrupted the stillness. Te fowers by my fathers grave swayed and I took it as a sign that he heard me. Te candles on his grave fickered in the breeze. At the moment, my courage was only a ficker of light. It only allowed me to introduce you to a loved one who is technically already goe. Tis is one of the greatest pains for people like us: having to be afraid, predisposed to feel ashamed. You stepped closer to my side and said hello. You had already laid out your grandmothers banig under the old tree. In one sweet and defant act, your hand found mine and we were holding hands in public for the frst time in front of other people. With the feel of your skin on my skin, sweet lightning rolled down our arms and seared a promise into our palms: Im with you. You dont have to face the world alone.
51 Lilinaon | 2014 Pleasure
Dewy drops of excitement frustration, its taste like sweat. satin smooth and hard. proud and tall. shaking with excitement, shimmering with morning mist throbbing with impatience eagerly pacing sudden desert heat enclosed yet not claustrophobic seeking more the heated grip more, more arrhythmic convulsions. higher but deeper, until he wept, unperturbed euphoria. by Johnny Bondie 52Lilinaon | 2014 She Was by Anonymous T he girl who was scrolling through her phone in the hospital lobby. Medical examination for freshmen. I was waiting for my turn and my eye caught sight of her, but that was it. I didnt know of her impending signifcance. Te girl I saw walking down the AVRs platform. She was tall. Of course I couldnt help myself from noticing her. And she had fair skin and nice hair and eyes that I could tell were beautiful even from afar. Te girl in the Got Pride? shirt. I knew she was gay from the moment I saw her. Her shirt gave her away easily, plus gay vibes everywhere. I smirked to myself. She already intrigued me. If I ended up liking her more and she took interest in me, then we might actually have a chance.
Te girl whose aura screamed BLOGGER. Her awkward stature and unsure gaze gave away the fact that she might be a blogger. I knew a blogger when I 53 Lilinaon | 2014 saw one. I never really heard her speak (my usual basis of whether someone is a blogger or not) but just one look at her told me that she was. Te girl my blocmates ofen talked about. Tey kept mentioning her and how they found her beautiful. How she has dated a boy and several girls. How they didnt believe that she wasnt straight because she seemed so girly. I shook my head at their lack of education. She was just a name then. I did not put her name and face together until she became... Te girl I was introduced to in the lobby. Or rather, the girl I asked my friend to introduce me to. Tey were having a conversation since they were already friends and I kept making side remarks. My friend kept relaying my comments to her. I remember my exact words: Its really weird that were having a three-way conversation without you introducing us. And then there were sparks. Te girl who asked me if she added the right person on Facebook. I thought it was a stupid question, honestly. As far as I was concerned, I was the only person named Jamie who stayed at the dorm. Tere were mutual friends. My degree program was displayed on my timeline. Of course I was the one she was introduced to. I wanted her to push the conversation. I wanted to spend the rest of the night 54Lilinaon | 2014 chatting with her. I wanted to become friends and maybe more. Get her number. Ask her to hang out. But I couldnt get more than two words out and the conversation ended.
Te Bio girl who wanted to shif to BAE. Open Facebook. Switch from Top Stories to Most Recent. But wait. Wait. She posted something about her parents fnally allowing her, tagging a mutual friend who seemed just as happy and excited. She was shifing, I easily concluded. I smiled to myself. An easier way to get to her. Te girl whose Facebook posts amused me. She was attractive, of course her photos and status updates would get dozens of likes. Te captions were witty on her pictures too. Her posts were either funny or interesting. Tey were either from Tumblr, or clever pieces of her mind she decided to share online. Her traits were highlighted in her posts: socially awkward, shy, a bully, mean, gay, a KPop fan, has a dark side, and of course, gay.
Te girl whose name was on the bulletin board. We have all had our names on a bulletin board somewhere more than once, but seeing her full name intrigued me and imprinted her name in my mind. She doesnt use her full name on Facebook. Her online surname 55Lilinaon | 2014 is a corruption of her second name, making her sound more Asian than she is.
Jei Lin.
She signed for attendance under my friend using a pseudonym made from her frst two names. My friend, the same person who introduced us, was confused by who Jei Lin actually was. We needed to get at least two people sign under our names for our play, which doubled as our fnal project and fnal exam. Teir play was one of the many our group considered to adapt but didnt push through with. I ended up portraying a 12 year old boy in another play she almost didnt realize I was in. She has admitted that she wished it was me in the long-sleeve button-down shirt, short skirt, stilettos, and stockings. Te girl who I fooded with questions on Ask.fm I found fun in fooding other people questions whenever they posted links to their Ask.fm accounts on Facebook. My questions were ofen weird, rude, firty, or just plain invasive. When she posted the link to hers, my eyes immediately lit up. We were having conversations. Flirting, even. She was asking me to reveal who I am but I always refused, saying I wasnt ready yet. 56Lilinaon | 2014 Her life, preferences, and personality unfolded before my eyes in the form of questions and answers on the screen. I adored her even more with every answer. Soon enough, I was captivated by her.
Ten I was caught. A friend asked me if I have been sending her questions. I said yes, and my friend eventually deduced that I had a crush on her. When I confrmed her suspicion, she told me to tell her right away.
Te girl who made me think once more, Oh wow. Rainbows.
Te next day, she posted her Ask.fm link saying would be giving advice on her account. I played along, eventually sending her a question saying that Im ready to reveal my identity. I warned her that she might be surprised. By the time she answered that, I already sent her a Facebook message.
Its actually me.
She correctly guessed which questions were mine, ultimately leading to our confessions. To an exchange of numbers. To a promising relationship. To something which we both hope would last a really long time. 57 Lilinaon | 2014 Dyim by Angelica San Juan Tumatagaktak, tumatakbo Pabilis nang pabilis Ang tugtog lumalagabog, tumitibok dumadagundong ang sahig lumalagablab ang puso dahan-dahan, pumipitik ang paghinga suminghap, sumamyo nagbibilugang mga mata ang bisig mabulas, busiksik huminto ang makina liningon ko may ngiting puminta lalapitan nga ba? titigan, mamasdan? Anong pangalan niya? 58Lilinaon | 2014 To Kristina by Noemi Visto Kissing in the Rain your lips, your touch Its so warm inside; even though we are So soaked and wet, you brought me To the place of neverland and you Ignite the sleeping desire in my soul. No! Dont stop, kiss me until you catch your breath Again, you flled my emptiness Kristina, do you still remember? Rain wont stop us emotions over senses It was our frst day of forever Such situation made us our way To your bed, our bodies in unison we sway In the midst of our enjoyment, you called me and said Never leave me alone baby And thank you for everything Cassie Cassie, when she called my name I swear it is the most Wonderful melody I have ever heard It ringed in my ears In my soul, it echoed I wish she also feels the same 59 Lilinaon | 2014 A SHE and a HER, this isnt a game
Kristina what happened? In the morning, when I woke up Youre gone - why all of a sudden? Only scattered sheets and an invisible gap No Kristina, no sign, no shadow Minutes, hours, and days I waited Will you come back? Please let me know If gone was the love we started I am a woman Cant sufce the love of your man I dont care if I was his replacement I dont want to wake up in this madness For you made me feel How to love and be loved And that happiness can be achieved Even without a man. 60Lilinaon | 2014 Excerpt from Armor by John Bengan O N PAGEANT DAY, Ronnie woke up to the sensation of little knives piercing his stomach. Te walls were shifing. Two cups of cofee later, the pain didnt go away, and his body wracked with chills. He shook what was lef of his stash out of the pillowcase.
` `He held the resealable packet closer as if to smell it, then spilled the content into his palm. Te tooth-shaped shard of crystal was slightly smaller than the nail on his pinkie. Before lighting up, he installed a mosquito net in the living room. He preferred to trap the smoke inside the net, ever so careful not to waste a wisp of the stuf. Squatting under the net, he turned the TV volume up to drown out the mechanics outside welding steel. He tuned in to CNN, anticipating a current events entry during the pageants Q&A portion; a paraphrased quote or two from a global headline would sufce. He poured what was lef of his stash on a neatly folded sheet of tinfoil, held the foil gingerly over the fame, and with a tin pipe, began sucking the lush white vapor of melting crystal. Smoke billowed to the edge of the foil. Within seconds, he was vibrantly awake. He was again the most attractive, vivacious, irresistible creature he knew. At 4:30 p.m., he prepared for battle. He strapped the frst 61 Lilinaon | 2014 layer of tape over his stomach, rolling it tight around his waist, folds of excess fesh inching up his torso. He donned two feminine panties, defly inserting pads over his behind. Carefully, he cupped his sof penis and testicles, folding deep to reach the hollow between his buttocks. To keep it fat, he wrapped tape around his crotch, then he threw on one last pair of underwear, a silky charcoal black swatch of nylon. He would try to ft into the Union Jack one-piece later for the swimsuit competition. Ronnie then slipped on ten pairs of pantyhose; the thicker the layers, the more the illusion of curved, shapely legs was achieved. For breasts, he placed beneath a strapless bra two latex condoms flled with water, which hed tied in such a way that the rubber bloated into small globes. Te tips of the condoms produced a somewhat realistic efect of nipples. He used a palette hed always relied on. Violet pigment on the lower lids, copper line over the lashes, indigo eye shadow, slick scarlet mouth. He applied false lashes using the milky paste from a star apple leaf, for a lasting hold. Te rest of his body he coated with liquid foundation. Under the glare of lights, the tone shimmered on fesh like porcelain. He topped it all of with a wig, chestnut brown styled into petals, a gif from a friend who had been to Dubai. WHEN HE AND BIBOY arrived backstage, a few assistants were still strapping tape on their half-naked candidates, clipping extensions and spraying products on hard tiers of hair. Te narrow space smelled of armpits, the foor littered with tissue paper and torn fabric. 62Lilinaon | 2014 Tere they were: bayots jiggling their hands to make manly veins disappear, while others, once their makeup was on, became stoic. Tere were long-limbed girly boys with taut dancers bodies toned afer working in pubs in Japan as entertainers or male Japayukis, bayots with large breasts, bayots whose skin glowed from taking a cocktail of hormone pills. A few of them gazed at Ronnie coldly like they were in a trance.
He wobbled as the boy helped him into his dress. Te gown was still snug; he sucked in his stomach until they could zip him up. Stale, rancid air blew out of his throat. Hed had two boiled bananas and cofee for breakfast and nothing since, but he steeled himself.
Te boy took out the armored sleeve from a carton tied up in twine. Te bayots stared.
Dont mind them, gwaps, Biboy said. Next to you, they look like clowns.
Ronnie slid his right arm carefully into the sleeve, Biboy securing the last strap over his shoulder. Afer the metal clamped onto his skin, the length of his arm sheathed, Ronnie felt large and supremely complete. Lifing the sleeve close to his face, he felt like he could leap over the gymnasium and land on his feet. With a sof, victorious smile, he strutted regally in full view of the competition.
63 Lilinaon | 2014 What a costume! said one candidate, whom Ronnie immediately recognized as the fat-haired bayot who ridiculed him at the community hall. He was in a catsuit speckled with tiny mirrors. Did you make that yourself? he asked Ronnie. How much did you pay for it?
Is that real, te? another contestant asked. Ava-ava- avant garde! Teir fascinated exclamations foated up and enveloped him. Armor is a Palanca Award-winning short story by Prof. John Bengan, former HIMATI Editor-in-Chief (AY 2004-2005), a graduate of and at present is a faculty member of the BA English (Creative Writing) program of the University of the Philippines Mindanao. 64Lilinaon | 2014 Stoned by Viv Salve grab me by the wrist push me to the wall each part of our body rubs creating friction in each motion you thrust hard and fast you sink your teeth in my skin and then smoke in your room we make love while standing up in my fogged mind sex happens it is 4am and we press each other till we fnd out that we ft well tears sweat and blood drip on the cold tiled foor in my vision you are a man pain makes moans we fuck in a gold room where all dreams come true please come on my thigh or breast later your come will spill
65Lilinaon | 2014 like gasoline in all directions i place my palm on your bare chest damp with sweat you never look at me you just smoke and make no sound afer sex you will tramp around in your black briefs i wish you will drink the dutch mill i have bought for you i told you i love you several times in the past you told me to stop you didnt want me why you still lust for the vietnamese girl in white your face knocked up close to mine look at me kissing turns to biting and to sucking i lick your neck up up your face twitches you reek of rhum we explode you pull out of me wish we cuddle sink with me in the white crisp sheets of your bed i crave for a second round but 66Lilinaon | 2014 you are lying lazy on the foor blowing smoke rings the room is flled with the smell of smoke and spilled spirit and the sound of lourd de veyras voice i wish you play baby i love you while we fuck fuck me in the ass lets bang our bodies once more because yeah i allow you to treat me like a whore kill me with orgasms drop your cigarette and wait till the room burns in bright colors 67 Lilinaon | 2014 Bus Ride by Irene How romantic would it be To do away with you Two seats side by side We are passengers, we are free Fair-haired and curls together We are one, we are one Armed muscle on a bony fgure My head on your shoulders Teir looks on us Eyes Arrested with questions Defance But the futter and the thump feels good Two seats side by side For the rest of the ride Or till our bodies decay Still intertwined Two souls We are one, we are one My heart on your chest Beating, beating A symphony Two souls In love 68Lilinaon | 2014 Love defying speed limits Two seats side by side Dingy, clingy But content A sigh of relief We are one, we are one Two XYs But still make a right Two souls Drawn, magnetized, unifed We are but one. 69 Lilinaon | 2014 Is life a life if built on lies? Is it a sin to show how you feel? Is it unclean to be the true me? Should I live a life built on lies?
I once locked myself alone in my room And turned the lights of to get a clearer view Of who I was deep inside my heart As I danced carelessly and cried really hard
I used to dance in the dark Because the world wont let my heart Fall in love with my own kind Tey said I wasnt thinking right
A cursed disgrace to my family Tis is my place in the society A sole black sheep in a clean herd Who was never meant to be heard
I used to follow what theyd say Be a man in every way Even if it was against your desire And against who you truly are In His Heaven by James D. Dela Cruz 70Lilinaon | 2014
I thought it would make me happy And convince Gods mercy to save me But now deep inside my broken soul I know Tese things will never fll my hidden holes
Years flled with lies passed by I thought I lived my life right Ten a stranger burst into my life And helped me brush of the blurred lines
And he came bringing light To my darkest night Giving me back all the lost time Putting my every breath in rhyme
In his heaven there I lay Singing songs the world wont play Up above the maiden sky Watching doves fy up high
In a world full of critics Watching your move as time ticks, A love like ours is forbidden But I am safe in his heaven
Love does not discriminate It tears walls the world cant shake Love is just simply about love 71 Lilinaon | 2014 A simple act against all odds
Its not a life if built on lies Its not a sin to be true to who you are Tou shall not live a life built on lies Teres no sin in having an honest heart 72Lilinaon | 2014 Brad by Angelica San Juan Isang gabi ng akala koy ligaya, ay sinadya ko ang dating tambayan kasama ang mga taong araw-araw kong nakakasalamuha, may kanya-kanyang maskarang nakasuot sa kanilang mukha. Duon sa dating sulok, sa dating gawi kung saan naiwan ang mga sikreto ng gabi. Ang mga sikreto na ako na lang siguro ang nakakaalala. Isang bote ng alak, iilang lagok at umikot na ang mundo ko. Umikot nang umikot nang umikot. Halakhak. Hikbi. Luha. Luha ng saya at lungkot. Alin sa dalawa ay hindi ko alam. Hanggang sa nakalimutan ko na rin kung ano ang dahilan.
Minsan gusto kong ganito na lang parati. Sa tabi niya. Habang umiikot ang baso, kung saan walang nakakapuna, kung saan ang mga titig ko lang para sakanya ang kayang lumusaw ng sarili kong pusot kaluluwa. Hanggang sa magkasalubong ang mga titig namin, kasabay ang bawat segundong pagpintig ng pulso, at ang lalim ng paghinga.
Pinasa niya ang baso, isang pagkakataon para patagong mahipo ang kamay niya. Dahil batid kong sa gabi lang na ganito at hindi bukas o sa susunod pang mga araw. Ngayon 73 Lilinaon | 2014 lang. Ngayon lang sa panahong katabi namin ang isat-isa. At nang tanungin siya kung ano ang tipo niya-- yung maalindog, sexy, at gwapa-- duon nadurog, winarak, at pinulbura ang puso ko. Dahil bukas, brad na ulit ang tawag ko sa kanya. 74Lilinaon | 2014 Maria Louisa Pasilan 75 Lilinaon | 2014 Maria Louisa Pasilan 76Lilinaon | 2014 Nina Maria Alvarez 77 Lilinaon | 2014 Joy M. Montecalvo Lilinaon | 2014 78 Paulo Rizal 79 Lilinaon | 2014 80Lilinaon | 2014 Maria Louisa Pasilan Lilinaon | 2014 81 82Lilinaon | 2014 Kakai Anggadol Lilinaon | 2014 83 Lilinaon | 2014 84 Kakai Anggadol 85 Lilinaon | 2014 Joy Montecalvo 86Lilinaon | 2014 Kenneth Paul Senarillos 87 Lilinaon | 2014 88Lilinaon | 2014 Lilinaon Te Literary Folio of Himati, the ofcial student publication of the University of the Philippines Mindanao. Kikko Kalabud Associate Editor Kiana Peroy Managing Editor Blaise Sigue Circulation Manager Sancia Palma News Editor Paulo Rizal Layout Editor Kit Iris Frias Editor-in-chief Jennie Arado Literary Editor AY 2013-2014 89 Lilinaon | 2014 Kenneth Senarillos, Louisa Pasilan, Don Senoc Staff Illustrators Don Senoc, paulo Rizal photojournalists Noemi Visto, Nicole Mangaoang, Chai Cubero, Christine Jodloman, Angelica San juan Staff Writers Jesse Lois Israel Contributing Illustrator 90Lilinaon | 2014 To our contributors, our fellow unicorns: thank you for lighting the way down the gay lane. May you ever be uncloseted. -Dy -Johnnie Blondie -James dela Cruz -Monique Dingding -Aleida Gomez -No need *Anonymous -Kakai Anggadol -Joy Montecalvo -Nina Maria Alvarez